The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The frost had taken hold of the orchard by dawn, turning the apple trees into brittle sculptures of white and grey. Elias stood at the kitchen window, his breath misting against the cold glass, watching the yard where the snow lay thick and undisturbed. He was a man carved from the same hard wood as the fence posts, his hands rough and map-like with scars that spoke of years spent enforcing...

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